by Marie James
She groans, and I watch as she slides off the bed and stands to the side. Returning the torture, she slowly unbuttons her blouse, and I watch as she releases it and it drifts down to the floor to pool at her feet. Her remarkable breasts are encased in seductive white lace, just the hint of her nipples evident. It’s my turn to moan; I want to beg her to speed up and at the same time hopes she takes forever to disrobe. Her gorgeous body, both my heaven and my hell.
I’ve halted my undressing, opting to stand there and watch her. I take note of how sure her fingers are now, completely opposite of the unsure movements she had just days ago. The knowledge that she’s more comfortable around me takes my breath away.
She turns, presenting me with her back, sweeping her hair over one shoulder.
“Help me,” she pleads.
I cross the room faster than I intend so I can reach out and touch her. She whimpers when I sweep my hands around her stomach and release panting breaths on her exposed shoulder.
“I missed you today,” I whisper in her ear.
“How much?” She asks breathily.
“I nearly attacked you outside of the school,” I answer truthfully. “But I saw your co-worker. I hardly had the restraint.”
She moans when my fingers begin to wander lower on her belly, dipping under the waistband of her skirt. “What’s stopping you now?”
“Is that what you want, Mariposa? You want me to attack you?” I nip at her ear and cup her lace covered breast in my hand.
“I never want you to hold back, Kaleb. One hundred percent honesty, even with this.” Her heart is hammering against my hand, and her breathing is shallow.
“You sure?” I’d never abuse her or take something she’s not offering but having the ability to be myself without having to hold back is an incredible gift.
I register the scant nod of her head against my shoulder. I’m not the type of man to get off on being aggressive with women, but with Josie, I want it all, hard and fast and slow and gentle. My mind has been racing with thoughts of her the entire day. After spending the weekend wrapped around one another, the separation today was almost unbearable.
I nip roughly at her shoulder as I reach between us and unhook her bra. The low moan that escapes her lips at my aggressiveness makes my cock thicken further in my boxers. I reach into her beautiful golden hair and grip a handful, tugging her head back on my shoulder.
“You’re mine,” I grunt huskily in her ear, my voice gravelly and sure.
“Yours,” she whispers in a pant.
I release her, take a step back from her, and run my hands up her arms as her bra falls to the floor. Her skin is covered in gooseflesh. I glide the tips of my fingers down the center of her back from the nape of her neck to the waist of her skirt and back up, taking pride in the shiver that follows my touch.
When my hand crests over her shoulder, I grip her hip and press the top part of her body with subdued forcefulness. My actions have the top part of her body sprawled on the bed, her ass jutted out.
Rather than removing her skirt I just flip it up and let it bunch around her waist, knowing the puddle of soft fabric will come in handy later.
I lick my lips in appreciation at the sight of her ass, hugged in black lace panties that cover half of her cheeks but leaving the sexy as fuck curve of her bottom exposed. My eyes feast on her, dining on the demure sexiness that she doesn’t even realize she has.
“You have a perfect ass,” I praise reaching up to cup her cheeks, unable to resist the urge to touch her any longer.
I roughly grip a handful of her luscious ass in my hands and notice the way the fabric at the apex of her thighs grows darker, a sure sign of her arousal. Without reason, I grip the sides of her expensive panties and in seconds tear them to shreds and drop the destroyed pieces of delicate fabric to the floor.
Gripping her ass again, I pull her cheeks apart; I falter when I see copious amounts of wetness glistening at her delicate pink slit. I drop to my knees behind her and lap up her arousal. She bucks against my mouth at the sudden intrusion of my tongue into her heat.
I trail my tongue all over and up the seam between her cheeks, skating delicately over the tiny pucker. When she pulls away from me, no doubt because of the unfamiliar sensation of my tongue there, I growl and smack the top of her ass with a heavy hand.
“Quieto.” I bark, slipping into Spanish before I can stop myself. “Hold still,” I say only marginally calmer.
I glide my hands between her slightly parted legs and reach my arms over her hips until I have her pinned against my face. I devour her relentlessly, every inch that I can reach with my lips or spear with my tongue. I hear her distant whimpers and can feel her wiggling her hips, one minute grinding her pussy against my mouth the next she’s tugging and trying to get away. I smile against her slickness knowing that the sensations running through her body are both tantalizing and confusing her.
I continue to lap at her as I slowly glide one of my thick thumbs against that tiny forbidden spot, my spit having lubricated her enough for me to dip the tip of my digit in ever so slightly just as I suck her swollen clit into my mouth. She jolts violently, and I can feel the pulsing of her core both against my mouth and the thumb that is now situated deeper in her from her bucking. The orgasm rolls on and on as I refuse to stop sucking on her sensitive nub and gliding my finger in and out of her until the convulsing stops.
Eventually, her body calms, and she whimpers against the covers. My mouth and chin are dripping with her juices, and I’m forced to wipe my stubbled chin on the inside of her thigh. I grin as I stand, noticing the bright red hand print I left on her ass. The sight of it is almost maddening, an urge to brand her as mine washes over me.
I hook my thumbs into the side of my boxers, shove them down my legs, and take a step forward nestling the length of my throbbing cock under her and against her cleft. Rocking myself back and forth against her folds I grip her ass, one hand clamping down on the reddened spot from earlier.
“Are you ready for me, Josie?”
“Mmmhmm,” she answers weakly, obviously still consumed by the powerful orgasm that just wracked her body.
I shift my hips back and forward slowly, gently thrusting into her.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I slide into her tight hot center.
I seat myself fully and hold my hips static as I calm myself. The effort is two-fold, I don’t want to come too quickly, and I also don’t want to hurt her. Eventually, I’ve calmed myself enough to move inside of her, slowly stroking my entire length in and out to the very tip.
I curve my body over hers and kiss across her shoulders and down her spine, torturing myself with the gentle ministrations.
I watch her hands as she fists the blankets in her tiny hands. She raises her head off of the bed, and it’s the first movement other than the minute swirl of her hips periodically that she’s shown since she came against my mouth.
“Harder!” She demands.
My body stops, my rigid cock still and unmoving deep inside of her. I grab a handful of her hair and pull her back until her back is gloriously arched and her head is against my chest. I nip at her ear, and she turns her face towards mine. I take her lips with repressed violence, sliding my tongue against hers. I pull my mouth from hers and watch as her amazing blue eyes begin to regain focus.
“Do you want it hard, Josie, or just harder?” I’m hoping she knows the difference, if not she’s about to find out.
“Hard,” she says her voice sure.
I push her head back down to the bed and grip the fabric at her waist with my free hand as I slowly withdraw from her. Just as I’m about to fall from inside her, I slam back in and keep my hips moving. I thrust into her repeatedly, loving the sound of my balls as they slap against her engorged clit. I don’t know how it’s even humanly possible, but she tightens further as I slam into her.
My hand is still tangled in her hair causing her back to arch seductively. Fuck she’s gorgeous. I’ll never get
enough of this woman.
“Oh, God!” her voice is gruff, strained from the angle of her throat as I pull her hair. “Please, Kaleb!”
“Fuck, Josie! Tell me what you need!” I plead with her. My body is wound so tight I know I’ll explode any second and I need to send her over the edge before I jump myself.
“Spank me!” she screams, and my hand is raised and answering her command before my brain has a second to think about it.
She explodes before my palm and fingertips can register the sting from the blow. I plunge deep inside of her and stop, the pulsing gushes from my cock matching the convulsions of her orgasm. My entire body releases a shudder as I bend over and softly kiss her back.
I reach up and pull back the soft waves of hair that are covering her face not sure of what I’ll find. For a split second, I’m terrified I took it too far, and she’s going to be crying and upset that I was so rough with her. All fears are dashed when the only thing I see on her face is a beautiful sated smile.
“You are so fucking amazing,” I whisper against her jaw.
I watch her face as I slowly pull my still semi-erect cock from her body. The low moan she emits makes me want to put it right back in. If we didn’t have prearranged obligations this evening, I’d be doing just that.
“You want to skip going to Ian’s?” I murmur, my lips against her back as I cup her sex in my hand, allowing my two middle fingers to languidly dip in and out of her, loving the feel of our combined wetness as it coats my hand.
She stands from her bent position on the bed and turns towards me, effectively removing my teasing fingers. Biting her lip and looking me in the eye I feel both of her tiny hands close over my wrist. I watch with astonishment as she brings the slick fingers to her mouth. By the time she’s done licking and sucking my fingers clean, burying myself back in her is all I can think about.
She lets my fingers fall from her lips, and I trail them down to her breast and sweep my thumb across her perky nipple. “We can’t skip it. I need to talk to Alexa and Lorali.”
I do my best to keep my face from dropping. “You can talk to me about anything, Josie.” I want to be her confidant, her anchor, the first person she thinks of when she needs to talk to someone.
She giggles and bites her lip. She looks so innocent and pure, nothing like the girl that was demanding I smacked her ass a few minutes ago. “I can’t talk about you to you. I have to talk to them about you.”
I smirk at her. “All good things I hope.”
“The best.” She reaches up and kisses me softly on the cheek, grabs my hand, and tugs me to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Chapter 29
Josie
We showered quickly. Kaleb watched me like a hawk while I dressed and still kept his eyes on me even when he was putting his own clothes on. I haven’t said much, and I know he can sense that something is off and it’s eating him to death. I know I won’t be able to avoid the conversation that I know is going to make it worse.
It’s not until we’re in the truck and driving across town that he finally says something. I’ve been staring out the window, watching the houses and stores go by, hoping he doesn’t call me out on my distance. I don’t say anything as he pulls into a dimly lit parking lot and puts the truck in park.
I feel him shift in his seat and I know if I glance at him I’ll see his body turned towards me. I don’t; I want to put this conversation off as long as I can.
“Josie,” his voice is strained, and I resist the urge to look at him. He reaches and clasps my hand in his. “I took it too far. I won’t ever do it again.” His voice is low and filled with regret.
I turn my head towards him and notice the pleading and remorseful look on his face. It nearly guts me.
“What are you talking about?” I’m certain the confusion is all over my face.
“I was too forceful. I took you too hard. I hit you!” He closes his eyes and drops his head.
“Stop!” I say with more intensity than I had intended. He jerks his head back up. “I loved what we did. Don’t think for a second that you took things too far. I wanted everything you did. I begged for it.” And this was the crux of the issue. Never in my life have I ever dreamed I would want someone to do those things to me.
When I would picture lovers, my sex life included slow and sensual. Him gently rocking into me, whispering soothing words in my ear as he loved me slowly. I never would’ve imagined I wanted him to smack my ass after he fingered me there, bringing me to orgasm.
He watches my face like he’s trying to figure out if I’m telling the truth. “You’ve been distant since our shower. You’re making me feel like you regret it. I never want to be something you regret, Mariposa.”
This amazing man. How did I ever get so lucky for our paths to cross?
I hang my head. “I’m embarrassed,” I mutter under my breath.
I feel his finger under my chin as he tilts my face upwards.
“Why would you be embarrassed?”
“I…” I attempt to hang my head again, but the finger still under my chin prevents it. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” I see his face soften from the pain and regret he was feeling just a bit ago.
“You’re embarrassed that we did those things?” His face is unreadable.
“I’m embarrassed that I liked it,” I whisper and watch his eyelids droop and his tongue licks across his bottom lip. The heat in his gaze causing me to shift in my seat.
“Never be embarrassed for enjoying something we do in our bedroom.” He smiles and lowers his voice. “And please never be ashamed to tell me that you like something we do. I want you to be brave enough to ask for anything from me while we’re in there.” He leans into me and kisses my lips softly, the hand he had under my chin now at the back of my head pulling me into him. By the time he pulls away from me, we’re both breathless and panting.
He rests his forehead against mine as our breathing calms. “I think you’re trying to kill me,” he says without even opening his eyes.
“How’s that?”
He reaches for my hand, taking it in his, and rests it against the very impressive erection in his pants. I moan at the feel of him against my hand, seduced by the feel as well as the idea that one kiss could have him in this state.
I reach for his zipper. “I can suck you off,” I say, having grown brazen from our recent conversation.
He groans but stills my hands before I can unzip him. I’m smirking at him as he brings my hand to his mouth and kisses my open palm. “I’d love nothing more, but people are expecting us.”
I shift my weight back into my seat and pout. “The girls would understand.” I wink at him.
His green eyes twinkle as his face lights up with a mega-watt grin. “I’m sure they would!”
I watch as he situates himself in the driver’s seat and giggle when he struggles to find a comfortable position for his erection before we pull out of the parking lot. It only takes ten minutes or so, and we’re pulling into the long driveway at Ian and Lorali’s.
Kaleb helps me out of the truck, and I know he’s in the middle of a game of seduction when he unnecessarily and very slowly slides me down his body as my feet settle on the ground. “You make me so hard,” he whispers in my ear as we make our way to the front door.
We ring the bell, and it only takes a few seconds before Lorali is tugging the door open. We’re late, and the look on her face and the quick glance between Kaleb and I tell me she knows exactly why.
“The guys are in the cave,” she says as she points to a closed door. “Come on Josie.” She walks towards the den.
I turn towards Kaleb and give him a quick hug. I stand on the tips of my toes, so I can whisper in his ear. “I’m drenched for you.” I giggle at his sharp intake of breath before I quickly skitter away to join Lorali and Alexa.
I can feel my face flush and heat under Lorali’s scrutiny as I walk into the den and settle on an oversized sofa. I feel tiny as I sink i
nto the super soft fabric.
“We expected you sooner,” Lorali informs me as she hands me a very full glass of white wine.
“I got held up,” I remark and take a big sip of the crisp, fruity wine.
“Yeah? What exactly was the holdup?” Alexa is smirking at me, and I take it as a challenge to tell the truth.
I tip my glass towards my mouth.
“I was busy getting my ass spanked by a hot Puerto Rican sex god,” I say just before letting the cool liquid hit my lips.
Lorali’s eyes go wide, and I can’t help but laugh at the look of pure shock on her face.
“Fuck yeah!” Alexa exclaims and holds her hand up for a high-five.
I oblige by high-fiving her and then throw back the last of the wine in my glass because even though I said it, I’m mortified that the words actually came out of my mouth.
Alexa is laughing hysterically, and her reaction has persuaded Lorali to have more of a grin on her face than a look of terror. I reach and fill my glass again, not even taking into consideration that tomorrow is a workday.
“How are wedding plans coming, Lor?” I think a change of subject is in order.
She shakes her head at me and grins. “Uh-un,” she chides. “You’re not getting away from that conversation that easily!”
“What else is there to say?” I ask and guzzle more wine. “You want details?” Surely not!
“Damn straight!” Alexa declares.
“It’s absolutely amazing. And I’m discovering that I like all sorts of things.” I close my eyes on a long blink before continuing. “He makes me feel safe and free to explore myself.”
“You’re falling for him,” Lorali says. It’s a statement, not a question.
I shift my gaze towards the window without answering. It’s not like it’s the first time I considered the possibility of loving Kaleb but saying it out loud is a whole other situation.